When it Happens

Chapter 17

I was at my locker that morning before first period when I saw him, Nate, with his backpack slung over one shoulder. We hung out Sunday at my house and "watched a movie". And by "watching a movie", I mean making out during the whole damn time. I was unsure how to act with him in public, though. I didn't know if I should kiss him or just say hello. In the past, during our non-talking period, he dated the most popular girl that was in the grade above us- a college girl. A real shot to my confidence, I should say. All of my worries drifted away when I saw him approaching me with an angry look on his face.

He stopped in front of me and stared at me with his eyebrows furrowed and anger in his eyes. I stood there, looking up at him (No literally. I'm 5'5 and he's 6'2). Unsure of what to say, I squeaked out, "Hi."

He didn't waste any time after that to grab my waists, pull them closer to him, and push me up against my locker, to dip down and give me a long, hard, kiss.

We hadn't really shown PDA in the time we had been dating, so this was definitely a surprise. When he pulled away, I got a look on everybody's faces around us! Their mouths dropped, and the room erupted in whispers.

Nate faced me again and looked at me, his face dropping. "I fucking hate my dad."

I couldn't blame him. He was a sucky excuse for a father. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the nearest empty classroom. I shut the door and looked at him. "Nate, what's the matter?"

He started slowly pacing around the room. "My parents. They're separating."

"What, why?" I exclaimed. "How could they do that to you?"

He looked up at me from his recent move to sitting on the desk I was facing. "It's my fault. My dad found out I crashed the car, even though it's an easy fix, and she yelled at me for being irresponsible. I got so mad that she was calling me, of all people, that, so I told my mom about him hooking up with his 25-year-old secretary, and now they're separating."

"Hold on," I said. "One: you crashed the car? And two: your dad cheated on your mom?" A pang hit my heart. His mom was so sweet. She didn't deserve that.

"Yeah, last night when I went to go pick up take-out. And oh yeah. All the time. Every time she goes on business trips, I always hear another woman in their room."

That was horrible. I couldn't imagine the pain he must be going through. To see someone you're supposed to look up to do that to a person you love must hurt. I couldn't picture my mom or dad ever doing that to each other. "Well, what are you going to do?"

He stood up, comfortably close to me, looking down into my eyes. "I'm going to keep the life I have now. And as for the car, that's gonna need to be fixed."

"Where are you gonna get the money?" 

He twisted his head at me. "Vivian, have you met my family? I have a trust fund I can dip into," he told me in a joking tone.

"Well, sooooorry!" I teased, emphasizing the 'o'. "I wouldn't know that because I'm not rich."

"Well, I'm rich for being able to date you," he coos at me and I rolled my eyes at his seedy joke as he pulled me in for a hug.

"So cheesy," I mumbled happily, reaching up for a kiss, and he met me halfway as our lips connected.

Our kisses were so good. He was an amazing kisser, which was kind of a given considering his looks... and you can't forget hygiene. He brushed his teeth which sounds like a given, but you'd be surprised. Once, when I was playing spin the bottle at a party and the bottle pointed at a jock from a public school. Don't get me wrong, he was cute, but I could honestly guess what he had to eat that day. French onion soup. Yum.